Arya found herself unreasonably pleased that she appeared to have passed her brother's sniff test - all because he didn't cringe away from her during a brief embrace. It was the little things, really. Even though she was a few years his senior, she did so hate to let him down, and while she was by all accounts a successful entrepreneur, there was something about growing up in his shadow that still clung to her self esteem to this day. Not that she'd ever voice as much - it wasn't his fault that he was smarter, and he'd already endured enough bullying without feeling as though he was unduly putting pressure on his own sister's self image.
"Ooh, poutine. Umm..." She trailed off, glancing across the menu and nodding as he pointed out the icons and waved over a waiter. She wasn't great at making quick decisions, but she found something quickly in order to keep him from waiting. Nevertheless, she was a little flustered by the whole affair, and sucked in the left side of her cheek as she trailed her finger down the line of vegetarian options. "Oh, um, I'll ... I guess mushroom and tofu risotto? Yeah, yes, the mushroom and tofu risotto, please." This was all directed at the man who'd come to take their orders and, as she flicked her gaze back to Jasper's glass, she added; "Oh, yeah, I'll have a glass, too, please. Whatever he's having." Though Arya wasn't particular to alcohol itself, she wasn't opposed to a glass of red with dinner; she'd heard it was healthy every once in a while, and a single glass wasn't about to get her drunk - which was really what she hated about the stuff. The taste itself was bearable. Little did she know, as she finished her order with a smile, what a strange pickle of a situation she was putting her poor brother in.
"Hm? Oh, thank you," she said then, slipping back into the conversation with no small amount of relief. Flowers; she knew how to talk about those. In fact, she much preferred to talk about work, despite having just come from there, if the other option was facing her severe social anxiety to talk to strangers to make an order, even if it was only for a moment. She missed when they were younger, and it was acceptable that she demand Jasper did it for her. Oh, to be an adult and to have to make your own appointments, buy your own things at a checkout, order your own food at a restaurant - when was society going to excel to the point where they could make food requests on an iPad inlaid in the tabletop? Better yet, she'd heard that some places had QR codes that you could scan with your phone and you could order that way. This place seemed fancy enough to have that, didn't it? Ah, but people weren't usually so introverted as to want that, really; personalised service, that's what the people wanted. Owning her own business, Arya knew as much. All the little old bitties who really just came in for a chat, using the guise of a bouquet for their entryway side tables. Somehow, she was better at playing defense when it came to conversation, especially in the case of her line of work. But needing to interact with the public so often was also a large part of the reason that she smoked so much pot, to be fair. "Business is good, yeah. In fact, I would have put some lavender in there for you but it was flying out the door today. Someone must have spread an article about how good it is for sleep again." She chuckled briefly, pushing some of her hair out of her face and behind her ear. "How about you? The nightlife still serving you well?"
"Ooh, poutine. Umm..." She trailed off, glancing across the menu and nodding as he pointed out the icons and waved over a waiter. She wasn't great at making quick decisions, but she found something quickly in order to keep him from waiting. Nevertheless, she was a little flustered by the whole affair, and sucked in the left side of her cheek as she trailed her finger down the line of vegetarian options. "Oh, um, I'll ... I guess mushroom and tofu risotto? Yeah, yes, the mushroom and tofu risotto, please." This was all directed at the man who'd come to take their orders and, as she flicked her gaze back to Jasper's glass, she added; "Oh, yeah, I'll have a glass, too, please. Whatever he's having." Though Arya wasn't particular to alcohol itself, she wasn't opposed to a glass of red with dinner; she'd heard it was healthy every once in a while, and a single glass wasn't about to get her drunk - which was really what she hated about the stuff. The taste itself was bearable. Little did she know, as she finished her order with a smile, what a strange pickle of a situation she was putting her poor brother in.
"Hm? Oh, thank you," she said then, slipping back into the conversation with no small amount of relief. Flowers; she knew how to talk about those. In fact, she much preferred to talk about work, despite having just come from there, if the other option was facing her severe social anxiety to talk to strangers to make an order, even if it was only for a moment. She missed when they were younger, and it was acceptable that she demand Jasper did it for her. Oh, to be an adult and to have to make your own appointments, buy your own things at a checkout, order your own food at a restaurant - when was society going to excel to the point where they could make food requests on an iPad inlaid in the tabletop? Better yet, she'd heard that some places had QR codes that you could scan with your phone and you could order that way. This place seemed fancy enough to have that, didn't it? Ah, but people weren't usually so introverted as to want that, really; personalised service, that's what the people wanted. Owning her own business, Arya knew as much. All the little old bitties who really just came in for a chat, using the guise of a bouquet for their entryway side tables. Somehow, she was better at playing defense when it came to conversation, especially in the case of her line of work. But needing to interact with the public so often was also a large part of the reason that she smoked so much pot, to be fair. "Business is good, yeah. In fact, I would have put some lavender in there for you but it was flying out the door today. Someone must have spread an article about how good it is for sleep again." She chuckled briefly, pushing some of her hair out of her face and behind her ear. "How about you? The nightlife still serving you well?"
